2021/6/14 #poetry I don't cut the trees. I wouldn't dare. But they do get cut, and when I happen upon one, freshly sawed, the smells are quite arresting. Some are so intoxicatingly delightful that I must remain, unable to pull away. Deeply affecting, and subsumingly luxurious. No noxious perfume, no contrived mask of fragrances for a room, no bakery concocting its own elevating aroma can compare.